“Oh gods, no, Archer. You don’t have to worry about that, I promise. I don’t have any staff from my house. I didn’t even have a house back in Zilvaren—” “It’s true,” Carrion said. “She was as feral as a hellcat. She would slink through any open window and take a nap when she could.” I gave him a look. “Yes, thank you, Carrion.
